Our Final Day

Summary:
*sequel to 5 Days* After all Bella and Becky had been through the first four days, how could there be anything worst to happen on the fifth?

Notes:
Sadly I do not own any of the Twilight characters, they all belong to Stephenie Meyer. Also, the five cursed days thing is all Dean Koontz Oh, I said I was going to call this story Breaking Boundries but I changed my mind.

3. Chapter 3

You always get this weird feeling when you walk into a room and you know everyone was talking about you. That feeling is what greeted me when I came home after my hunting trip. Everyone in the Cullens household was in the third story living room. This living room was also what I called ‘the blue room’ because there were some many room in this house it helped me so I didn’t get mixed up. The walls were painted white with only the slightest hint of blue that it would be hard to notice without our enhanced vision. The floor was furnished wood with a dark blue patterned rug. There were black sofas, chairs, and love seats with gold and blue cushions. There was also a fire place which was currently lit, sending off nice warmth in the room.

I didn’t need mind reading abilities to know they were discussing me. When I enter the room, they got quiet fast. They were all trying not to meet my eyes. Well, all except Jacob, who must have returned while I was gone.

“Becky!” he greeted me warmly. He came up to my side and his lips lightly brushed mine.

I smiled but it felt a bit fake to me. I was a rather unsure about my feelings; on one hand wanting to know what everyone was talking about while I was out but on the other still not wanting to know for what they were discussing may have been what they were deciding to be my fate. It was feeling a bit like court, having to have others listen to my story and decided what course of action to take.

“Becky,” Carlisle said, after the others had greeted me. “We’ve been discussing what had happened earlier today and how would be the best way to handle it.” Yep, just like court. Carlisle was the judge. Jacob, being the huge, beefy guy that he is, would be the bailiff. Emmett, Jasper, and Edward were the witnesses and Esme, Bella, Rosalie, and Alice the jury. Now, would I be found guilty or innocent?

I bet if the Cullens were to a get a film crew, they would have the best court TV show ever. I mean, we were all extremely good looking, because that’s one of the things we use to attract our natural prey. Good looks, though, weren’t help when you were hunting animals, but who needed that when you have super speed and strength.

I was imagining Carlisle in one of those white powder wings they wore in olden times, actually I wonder if Carlisle ever wore one since he was actually alive during that time era. I bet he’d look kind of funny. I wonder if he’d allow me to change his hair so I could see what he would look like.

“So how does that sound to you Becky? Do you think you can handle that?” Oh shoot! They just told me what we were going to do and I completely zoned them out.

I nodded my head. “Um, that sounds good to me. I think I can take it,” I told them, trying to look like I got it.

“You have no clue what we’re going to do, do you?” Bella’s voice entered my head.

“Not at all,” I replied mentally.

Bella silently laughed and shook her head. “What were you thinking about?”

“How we could have the best looking cast for a court TV show and how Carlisle would look in one of those white powder wigs.”

Bella raised in eyebrow at me before turning to stare at Carlisle. She slightly squinted her eyes at him and cocked her head to the side. “He would look very strange,” she decided.

“That’s what I was thinking. So what did I agree to earlier?”“You agreed to go to school tomorrow and try as hard as you can to not rip anyone’s head off. If you can handle that, we’ll continue living here but if not then we’ll have to move somewhere else. They were thinking maybe somewhere in Europe if we didn’t mind.”

“As long as it’s not Italy,” I had no intentions of going back to Italy any time soon. The farther from the Volturi the better. July had not been a fun month, spending it as members of the Volturi.

I walked, well more like stalked, back to my room because of my mood. How on earth do they expect me not to rip his head off? Ripping his head off actually sounded like the most reasonable thing to do in this situation. I don’t want him within a hundred mile radius of me. Having me go back to school is like, like taking a little kid to a giant candy store and telling them that they cant have any; you only went into the store to look at the candy, not eat it. Although I would hardly compare Ryan to candy.

I started pacing back and forth. I wasn’t sure how I would be able to handle going to school again tomorrow. I didn’t want to make the Cullens move all because of me, but what else could I do? I could always move away on my own, maybe take Jake with me if he was willing, but that would definitely hurt Bella, and maybe others. I could always ask Bella and Jasper to send a butt load of calming waves through me whenever he got close but would that be enough? And what if we had a class together? I had missed my last two so I wouldn’t know. How could they expect me to sit through a class with him?

Jacob entered the room and took me in. “You look stressed,” he observed.

“Oh really?” I asked him, not really worrying if I was hurting his feelings or not. “Thank you Captain Obvious.” I said saluting him.

Jacob snorted in amusement. “This is not funny!” I cried. “How do they expect me to not kill him tomorrow? Or even tonight? Just knowing that he’s in this town, ugh!” I had started waving my arms around in expiration.

Jacob grabbed my wrists and held them together. “Calm down Becky,” he told me.

“Calm down? How am I supposed to calm down? I don’t want to kill anybody, I don’t find enjoyment in that, but how am I not supposed to kill him?” I was on the verge of hysterics. “And how are you so calm?” I accused him.

Jacob sighed. “Well, it could those friends of yours who like playing with my emotions or it could be all the training I receive as a werewolf to keep my emotions in check. Trust me, I want to rip him to pieces as much as you do but that wouldn’t do any good. If he has other coven members, they’ll attack immediately once they learn there’s a werewolf around.”

He was right. I broke my hands out of his grips and walked over to one of our closets. Inside, I pulled out a couple clear, plastic boxes following Bella’s rule. I walked back to Jacob and handed him one of the boxes.

“Here,” I said. “Anything you deem valuable and don’t want to be thrown away, put in here,”

Jacob eyes the box with speculation. “Why?” he asked.

“Because,” I told him. “When I’m stressed, I tend to clean. If you want to keep it and don’t want me to throw it away, put it in here and I won’t touch it. Bella made me agree to this after she freaked out when I threw away her Jane Austen collection.” I really don’t see why she made such a big deal. All the books were ratty from her reading it so much anyways. She could just buy herself a new set and it would look nicer.

Jacob still stared at me confusion. I rolled my eyes. “Cleaning helps me because clutter bugs me and for some reason makes me nervous. So when I clean it helps me relax because all the clutter and crap around the house is gone and it just seems more open and helps me think better. Also when everything’s clean,” I was interrupted by Jacob leaning forward and kissing me.

I continued talking anyways. “and in order, I feel like some burden’s been taken off of me. It makes me feel like I can breathe easier although technically I don’t need to breathe. I think it might also have to do with the fact that I think I may have obsessive compulsion disorder,” is what I said but it came out all muffled.

Jake pulled back and scrunched his eyebrows at me. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. It’s just that, in the movies, whenever a guy kisses a girl when she’s ranting she shuts up and kisses him back.”

I looked at him in slight disbelief. “Shouldn’t you know better than to believe the movies?” I asked, reaching over and pulling open the curtains. A small sliver of light from the setting sun entered our room and hit me, sending off a rainbow of light where my clothes didn’t cover my skin. “According to movies, I should be screaming in pain and be burning to a crisp. Instead, I think I sparkle quite nicely, don’t you?” I smiled at him.

Jacob laughed lightly before taking his box and filling it up with some of his possessions. “Thanks,” I told him before going to distribute the boxes to the rest of the family.

They all greeted the plastic box with the same hesitation as Jacob but thankfully complied. Bella only looked at the box and said, “Becky, you were doing so well. You haven’t done this once since we’ve moved in with the Cullens.” Before taking it and going back into her room.

The next day, all of us walked together to the lunch room; Bella, Edward, Emmett, Rosalie, Jasper, Alice, Jacob, and me. We got into line again to purchase our food only this time Jacob, at least, would be eating it. I looked at the food that filled our trays with distaste.

“I feel sorry for you Jake,” I apologized as we reached the table we had sat at yesterday. “I mean, I know I haven’t eaten food in over twenty-five years but this stuff does not look good.”

“That’s alright, I mean, this stuff can’t be that bad,” he told me. Jacob speared a bit of spaghetti and meatballs with his fork and put it in his mouth. Right after he winced. “I take that back,” he atoned, his face turning a slight shade of green, dropping his fork.

“Maybe you should pack a lunch tomorrow,” suggested Alice. I nodded in agreement, but I was hit by the smell of pine musk. My eyes narrowed. That smell belonged to Ryan Rauch. I remembered it from my human memories and now, as a vampire, the smell was more potent to my now delicate nose.

The rest at the table picked up on my mood and smelt him too. My hand started tightening on the edge of the metal, mesh pattern bench table we sat at. Instantly I was hit by calming waves from Bella and Jasper.

“Ok, remember,” Emmett said to me. “Breath like this, I heard it’s supposed to help calm you down,” he demonstrated by taking short, quick breaths.

“Emmett, I’m not in labor.” I told him frowning but releasing my hands from the table. I had left neat dents in my fingers’ shapes.

“I sure hope not,” Jacob put in. “Or else Becky has some explaining to do,” he said turned in his seat, eying me. I shot him a look that conveyed I wasn’t in the mood.

“Oh. Right. I knew that,” Emmett told us trying to cover up his own stupidity. Rosalie put her head in her hands, embarrassed by her husband.

“Thanks though,” I told Emmett, while I started to try to bend the metal back into place, so there were no longer indentations of my hands.

“We should get to class,” Jasper said as the five minute warning bell sounded. Alice, Bella, and Rosalie went to chemistry, Jacob went to trig, all alone, and Jasper, Edward, Emmett, and I went to physics, this time me having full attentions to actually attend the class.

When I entered the classroom, I took a sigh of relief in noting that I couldn’t detect any other vampires in the room. We took our seats in the back of the room. The teacher soon came in and began the class, still with no foreign vampires in sight. The class was as I expected, utterly boring. The teacher failed to say anything I didn’t know or to get me interested. Still no signs of other vampires.

When class ended, I exited the classroom to find Jake waiting for me outside the door. “Hey,” he greeted me. “How was you’re class?”

“Uh, boring. It’s a good thing I’m nearly indestructible or else I may have contemplated shooting myself.”

“I know how you were feeling,” he said as he took my hand in his.

“So what’s out next class?”

Jacob started pulling me towards the left. “We have History next, and then we’re home free.”

“History, my favorite,” I said sarcastically. “It’s all about remembering which dead guy shot which dead guy.”

“You’re so happy and cheerful you’re like a unicorn,” Jacob answered just as sarcastically. “All you’re missing is the horn that shoots rainbows and the butterflies coming out of your ears.”

I looked at him through the side of my eyes. “You have a weird interpretation on what a unicorn is like. Most people just think it’s a horse with a horn on its head.”

“Well, I’m not like most people.”

“For which I am glad,” we took our seats in our next class. I pulled out a notebook and a pen, knowing history is the class where I’ve always had to take the most notes. Jacob did the same only the started doodling in his notebook. I leaned over his shoulder and watched him draw.

To my amusement, he was drawing a wimpy looking horse. Then he added a horn, which from the tip of it, a rainbow started to come out. He started adding butterflies from the ears when the pine needle smell hit me again. A crack sounded from my hand. I hadn’t noticed I had turned it into a fist and when I opened it, found that I had snapped my pen in two.

Jacob examined my hand with me and let out a low chuckle. “Need another pen, Beck?” he asked handing me his pen then fishing into his backpack to pull out another one. The pine needle scent strengthened and who but Ryan Rauch entered the room.

He served the room and his head whipped over to Jake and my direction. He obviously smelt the vampire on us. Well, I was the vampire scent and he most likely smelt me on Jake. Ryan walked down the isle, through the desks, staring at us the whole time. I quickly bent my head over my notebook, my eyes turned into narrow slits. I knew that if I were to look at his face, nothing would stop me from ripping it off. That would create quite a scene for the humans. Jacob, who was back from getting his new pen, stared right back at Ryan.

‘Please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me, please don’t recognize me,’ I pleaded silently and then added ‘And please don’t have me kill him’. God and I weren’t exactly best buds but if he were every listening and wanted to take pity on me, now would have been the perfect opportunity.

Ryan paused by Jacob and my desk, glaring right back at Jake. I skimmed through Ryan’s thoughts and nothing in them told me that he recognized who I was. Instead, his mind was just filled with suspicion towards Jacob’s glares.

“Hey, man. Is there a problem?” Man, no. Problem, yes, I thought. I recognized that voice. My head came up to be quickly dropped back down when I saw who it was. Patrick Rauch had also entered this class and he had put a hand on Ryan’s shoulder. Patrick must have been referring to Ryan and Jacob’s glaring. I wanted to join Jacob but fear of being recognized and not being able to control my anger stopped me.

“No,” came Ryan’s voice. It was a voice I used to love but now despised and loathed. I heard Ryan and Patrick’s footsteps as they retreated to the back of the room and took their seats. The bell rang and our history teacher entered the room.

When class finally ended it took all I had not to sprint but to rush at human pace and drag Jacob into the parking lot to my car, Brad. Once we were in, I locked the doors and swiftly pulled out of the parking spot and threw us into the traffic of eager students wanting to escape school and get home. I pulled off of the main street and easily sent us at two hundred miles per hour on the road towards our house.

“You know, that is just my luck, that Ryan and Patrick would end up in the same class as us.” I vented to Jacob.

“It went better than I imagined it would go. They both still have their heads,” Jacob muses.

“And if it was up to me, they wouldn’t have them for long,” I muttered darkly but Jacob just laughed.